Let The Blue Return

The ocean She was teaming with life Rocked to slumber by the moon, As the rhythm of the tides give her rest A choice maiden above all other maidens Those in the waters and those who dwell on dry land, owe their very lives to her generosity It is not salt that burns your eyes You have taken note of your abusers They have raped the blue in your eyes Slaughtering the majestic creatures that were the jewels embedded in your crown Still, the secrets that you hold in the deep, undiscovered treasures both alive and inert, find themselves junkyards of thanklessness, from those who eat from your table You are still beautiful to me, Do not be afraid to hold back your rage, unleash your anger to a proper degree, perhaps some will take note Let the blue return to your eyes my queen Consult the moon to change your tides, And you may by chance shock us to our senses